‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the museum,

Not a creature was stirring, you couldn’t even see ‘em.

The stockings were hung on exhibits with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

 

The children had visited all through December,

And dreamed of the artefacts they could remember.

Now Blue the Museum Dog, in his Christmassy cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

 

When out in the yard, there arose such a clatter,

Blue sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.

Up on to the desk he jumped in a flash,

Across to the window to throw open the sash.

 

The moon on the roof of the historical school,

Gave the lustre of midday on this merry yule.

When, what to Blue’s wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

 

The Tivvy Bumper’s whistle then blew out loud and clear

The reindeer, distracted, turned right round in fear.

‘Woah!’ St Nick shouted, but it was too late,

The sleigh couldn’t stop and crashed straight through the gate!

 

Presents were strewn all over the ground.

And the driver, befuddled, called up to the hound:

‘Blue, can you help me?! The sleigh is all bust!

We have all these presents and deliver them we must!

 

‘Aha!’ Shouted Blue! ‘I know just what to do!’

And straight down the stairs the little dog flew.

He exclaimed with a bark, ‘I’m joining the team!’

‘Don’t worry old fellow, we’ll deliver ‘em by steam!’

 

To the back of the engine they hooked up the sleigh,

And loaded the presents without a delay.

They stoked up the boiler and fed it with coal

The reindeer were eager and ready to roll.

At home in their beds slept the girls and the boys,

Hoping to wake to stockings full of toys.

So up to the rooftop, the coursers they flew,

With an engine, a sleigh, and St. Nicholas too.

 

Blue sprang into the cab, and blew the train’s whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him bark, as he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”